TL:- madghost
As a traverser, the iron laws of keeping things secret and then acting after making plans must be followed.
Two days later, Song Ya felt that all the preparations he could do with his current ability were done. So when the whole family was having dinner, taking advantage of it he decisively implemented the plan: “I need money.” and went straight to the point.
"How much?" Aunt Susie gave little Freddy in her arms to Connie and took out the coin pouch.
"About seventy to one hundred dollars." Song Ya replied.
The sounds of tableware colliding and chewing food disappeared instantly, and everyone's eyes focused on him.
"I will pay it back, with interest." He added.
"Damn it!"
Aunt Susie reacted a few seconds late, furious, "Whose belly did you make?!"
"Where did you even think about that!!" Song Ya was speechless.
"Him? Impossible." Although Connie likes to screw it with her mother, she looked at the problem from a different angle. "The girls in school don't even look at him."
‘Uh...Forget it,’ Song Ya doesn't want to correct her and explain his 'little transparency' strategy, but it still brought pain to his heart.
"Why? Ali looks good?" Aunt Susie's attention was deflected again. "Yesterday I met a school teacher on the road. She liked Ali very much and said that Ali's academic performance has improved rapidly... "
Aren't you trying to make trouble?!"
Tony, who had been silent, remembered something and interjected: "You have been inquiring about Lori, Al, AK, and record company for these two days..." He stared at Song Ya's eyes, "I warn you, don't use your brains!"
"Am I that kind of person?"
Song Ya doesn't plan to have a showdown with Tony now, "I will have a good talk with you tomorrow night."
"It's time for the two of us to have a good talk, you have been very wrong recently, very wrong..."
Tony and the former Alexander Song slept in the same room since they were young. He knows him the best. Naturally, he also has the deepest feelings about Song Ya’s changes in behavior, personality, and way of thinking. However, He couldn't explain why or where he was acting strange.
"Boy, what are you going to do if you get the money?" Aunt Susie asked caringly.
Song Ya gave a well-thought-out reason, "Uh...I need some legal help, you know, lawyers are expensive..."
"Did you really make someone's belly bigger?"
He didn't expect his words to cause some 'ambiguity', and now even Connie is a little bit uncertain, "Are you planning to get married!? Don’t believe those Bitch’s nonsense. You know, they might just want someone to take the offer. The child didn't happen with you at all, or she doesn't know who it is among several people..."
Song Ya had a black line on his forehead.
"My God, shut up!"
Aunt Susie stood up, "Aren't you ashamed to know so much at the age of seventeen? I am M-F*** ashamed of you!" She turned and went upstairs, and then the sound of locking the door sounded. She should be taking the money from the place where it’s hidden.
"I haven't gotten any from her when I asked her for pocket money, let alone such a large amount…." Tony grumbled.
"Ali is good at studying." Connie deliberately irritated him, "Have you ever taken the first grade of the year? Did you get an A+?"
"Wow, is Brother Alex really so great?" Sanguan is fairly normal.
"Hmph, don't forget, I am the one who brings income to the family now!" Tony curled his lips sourly, "Emily..." He pinched his throat, "Do you like that pettiskirt?
"I like it.” That day, Emily brought back the pettiskirt at the second-hand store as she wished.
"Then who helped you earn the money for the pettiskirt?" Tony asked again.
Emily thought for a while, "You." She said again: "But I worked too."
Connie laughed.
"Here." While speaking, Aunt Susie came downstairs and threw the money rolled up with rubber bands in front of Song Ya.
"Thank you."
Song Ya whispered and looked at the money. There was a small amount of money, which was rolled up very firmly: "I should be able to pay it back soon, including the interest."
"This is how you express your gratitude."
Aunt Susie said and turned her cheek to her side, "You haven't kissed me for a long time."
Well, Song Ya knows this is a normal way for foreigners to express their feelings, and Aunt Susie is really nice to him, "Thank you, Aunt Susie " He hugged her, pecked her on the left and right cheeks.
******
The next day, Song Ya got up very early and took care of himself carefully. He cut his short hair into a crisp and neat style, put on a dark collar sweater; a light-colored washed jeans and sneakers. And matched them with a plaid suit bought from a second-hand store for $9.9. Now the new cheap suits often have thick shoulder pads. However, Song Ya prefers this old style.
He put a pile of written music scores, a notebook, and some useful newspaper clippings into a second-hand canvas briefcase. Except for the change for the car, all other banknotes were stuffed into his socks and stepped on under his feet. There is no other way, the chances of being robbed here are too high, especially when he is dressed a bit grandly right now.
No one at home got up yet. So, He took out a cold pie from the cupboard and walked out of the house while eating.
‘First, take the bus, then take the subway twice, and then get off and walk for a while, and I will reach the destination of this trip: Clark Street.’
Connie should ask for leave from school for him today, right?
He is a person who is accustomed to following steps, so he especially likes the feeling right now. Since the apocalypse, Only now he has the confidence of a traverser. And now the rest is up to his hard work.
Of course, it was especially important to find the right direction.
He took out a newspaper clipping from his bag and followed the address on it.
There were more and more pedestrians with black hair and yellow skin now. Yes, this is Chicago's Chinatown.
The black people in the slums of South City have never been kind to lawyers, and even don't treat black lawyers kindly. So, Song Ya feels that he can just find a Chinese lawyer for a consultation, and also visit the Chinese Street to learn more about the Chinese people here.
Of course, the main reason is that the charge here is the cheapest, 35 dollars for an hour of consulting services.
However, he didn't expect that the main people here were Cantonese-speaking, and they couldn't even speak English properly when asked for directions.
"Here?"
In front of him was not the glass curtain wall of the financial district towering straight into the sky that he had imagined it to be, but a plain old commercial building.
"Forget it, It doesn’t matter since I’m already here."
He muttered silently, and went up to the 4th floor through an antique elevator with fence doors, and finally reached the destination of this trip: 'GOODMAN Law Firm'.
First, he took off his shoes, to take the money out of the socks, and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he fixed his clothes and pressed the doorbell.
"Who is it?" A man asked from inside.
"Alexander Song, I made an appointment by phone yesterday." Song Ya replied.
A sleepy white man opened the door, "You know about my fee, right?" He let Song Ya enter and asked.
"This is a law firm?"
Song Ya looked at the small single room in front of him in surprise. A desk, two chairs, and a row of file cabinets, nothing more.
This 30-year-old, slightly flattened white man sat behind the table and pointed to the two documents hanging on the wall, "Yes, I am Goodman, please sit down. On the phone yesterday you were saying that there were copyright concerns, right? Let's get this started without wasting your or my time."
Song Ya felt that Goodman was afraid that he would go away and lose his business.
I glanced at the documents on the wall and found no problem, so I simply asked, "Could I take the liberty to ask, why did you open a law firm here?"
"There is more business to be done here. The Chinese people don’t like to use their own people when settling the fight for divorce and inheritance." Goodman replied.
Well, it seems to make sense, "But I have a copyright issue…?" Song Ya asked again.
"I know about copyright too!" Goodman got a little impatient. He took out a small fixed clock, and put it on the table, "The time starts now."
TL:- madghost
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